Recap:  The ship is in orbit around Vellaos.  The team continues to work on the murder investigation.
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<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::in Security Office just stressed out from dead ends::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> ::on bridge in the chair::
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::On the bridge, manning science two, looking at ancient methods of physically taking DNA samples::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::heads towards the CTO's office... on purpose, mind you.. Coffee firmly in hand::
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: still deep in thought at the Science One console ::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::strolls into the CTO's office, PADD in hand::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::looks up:: CIV: Hello Mr. MacTavish, how has your investigation faired?
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: rubs eyes with heels of his hands... after having stared at the useless sensor logs of Lt. Gregathan's quarters for far too long ::
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CSO: Mr. Kraight, we need to search the quarters for samples of DNA, or other evidence that may have been missed by the sensors for whatever reason. Care to join me? I could stand to get off the bridge.
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::tosses the PADD down, pulls out a chair and leans back into it, hands behind his head, feet propped up prominently on the CTO's desk::  CTO:  Well, do you want the bad news or the good news?
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::rings the chimes to the CTO's office::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::glances back at the door and sighs::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> Computer: Verify.  There is no trace of any DNA in Lt. Gregsthan's quarters.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::seriously considers taking a nap leaning up against the wall as she waits for someone to open the damn door::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer> Sulek: Affirmative.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> ::stands, walks over to Science Two, peers over Pangborn's shoulder ::   XO: What *are* you researching there, sir?
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::sees his feet propped on the desk and doesn't mind mi casa su casa:: CIV: Bad first please I need the good news to cheer me up
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> CIV:  None of her closest acquaintances aboard did it.....they all have alibi's that have been verified.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> Sulek: Captain, I'm going to be taking a look at the quarters again:: gives Kraight an odd look:: I need to collect some physical samples
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::frowns and does the chime thing at the CTO's office door again::
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CSO: I'm looking at old ways of looking at new problems. Come with me, we're going to search the quarters again.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CMO: Come In
<CO_Capt_Sulek> ::turns to Kraight:: Kraight: Run a diagnostic on the computer.  We should have left DNA trace in the quarters.  Let's see if we can discover if our DNA mystery is mechanical.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::stumbles into the room, nearly spilling her coffee::
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: frowns for a moment :: CO: Sir? We've already done a full....   :: trails off as the obvious hits him ::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::glances back and smirks::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> Pangborn: Understood.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::looks up, really wishing she could try that again:: CIV/CTO: Uh.. Um.  Hi.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CMO: I am sorry for the delay I was making a security check I didn't want our assailant attacking us here although he would be stupid to do so
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> Sulek: I'm taking Mr. Kraight with me:: motions toward the turbolift::
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: the light dawns :: CO: Of course! I am truly a latinum-plated fool.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::moves into the turbolift::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CTO: Oh.  Right.  That.  Er.. Fine.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> XO: Right behind you, Sir. :: grabs a PADD from Science One on his way to the lift ::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CMO: Please take a seat Commander
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::listens to the CTO's cover...that's a new one...two points for him, glances back at the CMO::  CMO:  Careful, the Carpet-cleaning robots aren’t supposed to hit this deck until Friday
<CO_Capt_Sulek> Pangborn: Understood.  Kraight: A latinum plated fool? ....Never mind I do not wish to know.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::nods, still a bit out of it and takes a seat::  CIV: Thanks a lot.  You aren't nearly as funny as you think you are, btw.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> ::stands and crosses to SCI 1.::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::tries to shake it off:: CIV/CTO: I don't suppose either of you have found out anything more?
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::thinks of a snappy comeback, but bites his tongue....fearing the consequences this evening::
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> XO: It was staring us in the face the entire time... No foreign DNA *at all*, not even our own.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> Turbolift: Sickbay. CSO: We'll need some sample containers
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: distractedly :: XO: Yes, sir...
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CMO: Not on my end this man whoever he is has left no trace, but I have thought what if it is not a man but the evidence of forced intercourse was planted to throw us off
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::smiles sweetly, happy in the knowledge that since he hated sleeping on the couch he wasn't going to say anything more::
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CSO: You are correct. There should have been residuals from all who were present
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: thinking rapidly ::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> ::looks at the panel and then presses the access buttons:: Computer:  Bring up time frame of all data taken on deck four at the time of Lt. Gregsthan's murder.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CMO/CIV: It could be a woman for all we know
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CTO/CIV: Well.. See, here's the thing.  Our scans said no foreign DNA, right?  Problem is we were all standing in the room.  There SHOULD have been foreign DNA... and it should have been at least ours.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> XO: Sir... I have an idea. We may be able to greatly increase the speed and thoroughness of a manual search of the Lieutenant's quarters.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::nods:: CTO: Could be.  After this I don't think ruling anything out is a good idea.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::the turbolift doors open, they proceed to sickbay for the collection materials, then head for the quarters:: CSO: I'm listening:: looks around:: it's over this way
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> XO: Nanites, sir. I can program a batch of nanites to scour the Lieutenant's quarters for any DNA not her own, and then return each DNA evidence sample to a collection vial.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> ::Data rapidly displays across the screen::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CMO: I had thought of that too good thinking Commander, what are your thoughts on this discovery?
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CTO/CIV: To my way of thinking, if the first set of scans were wrong?  What makes us think that the others aren't as well?
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::so much for the good news::  CMO:  Agreed - perhaps someone sliced the sensor net....recorded a bit of a simple scan, and replayed the loop.....
<CO_Capt_Sulek> computer: overlay all internal sensor data for same time index.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::snaps fingers:: Computer: Please run Level 1 Diagnostics on the internal sensors on Deck 4 and check for falsification of records and if so see if you can reconstruct to actual records
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CIV/CTO: I don't know how they did it.. But someone did *something*
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CSO: Have you considered that whatever fooled the sensors might well fool the nanites? Still, we can give it a try. I'm still going to run a scan with this old tricorder, and see what happens. All the other scans were from internal sensors. The tricorder is isolated - so would your nanites be:: arrives at the quarantined quarters::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CIV/CTO: ... and I don't know how much of what we do know we can trust.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> ::stares as the data is again replayed with all sensor data.::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::wonders if that made sense to anyone other than herself as she takes a sip of her coffee::
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::enters the room and does a full sweep with his tricorder::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <computer> Telarus: Accessing.
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::shrugs::  CMO/CTO:  Well, all I was able to find out was that she was a quiet officer who seemed to enjoy the ever so exciting world of astrometrics so much, she didn’t have aspirations for any sort of promotion
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> XO: It's possible that the nanites could be fooled, but not likely. They would be using their own internal sensors. As well, bear in mind that they would be able to visually scan for DNA fragments, given their own small size.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: begins entering nanite design and programming parameters on the PADD ::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> CMO/CTO:  She enjoyed Old Earth Poetry....Romantics mainly...Shelly, Whitman, the biggies....and would spend her off-duty hours alone, for the most part.  No romantic entanglements....
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CIV: That is very odd that she could have no ambition to be promoted
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::shrugs:: CTO: Nah.. Not that odd.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::tweaks the tricorder a little and scans again:: CSO: Let’s see what we come up with here, but keep your plan in mind. How long would it take to program the nanites?
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer>Telarus: Diagnostic level complete.  Unable to verify if records are in error.  There is a variance of sensors scans of 1.3 seconds in data stream.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CIV: But basically you're saying she was a loner who was quite happy to stay that way.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CMO: Maybe you’re right but I couldn't find my self staying same rank maybe same position
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::smiles knowing she'd turned down more than a few promotions so far::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CTO: To each their own, Lt.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Computer: Who accessed the system or records before Lt. JG Natasha Gregathan's death?

<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::shrugs, looking at his PADD::  CMO/CTO:  I checked her psych profile, her last session with Counselor Raythan had her in a clean bill of mental health - her profile is clean, not one nut loose, so to speak
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: still tapping away :: XO: I've already started, sir. To complete the design and have the nanites replicated in sufficient quantity... perhaps half an hour.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CSO: Looks like we're picking up DNA on the tricorder now.:: smiles:: I guess we won't need the nanites:: Records all scans of DNA to be fed into the main computer::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <computer> Telarus: Unknown.  Access was made through common terminal in hall, deck 4, section 6.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: looks up :: XO: Indeed? That is excellent news. We may finally have a break in this case. Shall I alert Doctor Morgan, sir?
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::nods:: CTO/CIV: Alright then.  I guess its back to the lab I go.  I need to see how we're doing with using some of the older methods of DNA testing.  It's worth a go.
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> CMO:  Have fun with your beakers, Commander
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CSO: Yes, ask her to join us also. I have the recordings, we'll meet her in sickbay, provided she is available ::begins looking at the results::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::makes a face::  CIV: Gee.. Thanks.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Computer: I have two operations for you check the fingerprints and any DNA that is on that access terminal and also match that to crew and visitors
<CO_Capt_Sulek> Computer: Correlate variance between data and sensor grid.  What effect does this have?
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::climbs out of her seat with some reluctance and slowly makes for the door::  CTO/CIV: I'll let you know if we find anything.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer>Telarus: Processing.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: taps badge :: Kraight to Doctor Morgan. Commander Pangborn has been successful in picking up foreign DNA traces in Lt. Gregathan's quarters. We will meet you in Sickbay with the results of the scan.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> *Sulek*: Captain, we've uncovered the DNA that was missed by the internal sensors. We're headed for sickbay for analysis now
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer> Sulek: Sensors relay false readings of all occurrences in Lt. Gregthan's quarters.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::picks up her pace more then a little:: *CSO*: Understood.  On my way.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::makes his way to sickbay, with Kraight::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::raises an eyebrow at the sound of the CSO's voice over the comm link::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> *Pangborn* Understood.  It appears the computer has been tampered with.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: has to trot to match Pangborn's pace ::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::refrains from doing the happy dance 'cos she might spill her coffee but pretty much runs there anyway::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer>Telarus: The panel has been accessed 27 times since leaving space dock.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> *Sulek*: I'd say that was an understatement. We're obviously looking for someone with advanced computer knowledge - knowledge that may only be available to crewmembers ::frowns at the thought:: It could be a passenger....
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Computer: Narrow that down that list to anyone who accessed the terminal and passed by Lt. JG Natasha Gregathan's quarters
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::Arrives at sickbay with Kraight, enters::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::enters sickbay, out of breath::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> *Pangborn*Run a check of the passengers to see who might have a working knowledge of Starfleet computer.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CIV: Hey she didn't look so good on the way out did she?
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> XO: What...   have... you.. ::trying to catch her breath:: got... ?
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CMO: We've uncovered the DNA ::hands her the tricorder:: Run an analysis as soon as you can. This is the break we've been looking for
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer> Telarus: Twenty-five of the individuals have passed specified location since leaving space dock.
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> CTO:  Probably tired
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> CMO: May I be of assistance, Doctor?
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> Sulek: Understood ::Accesses the computers database through an unused sickbay terminal, runs a search::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::Takes the tricorder and makes her way to her lab, stilling making sure not to spill the remains of her coffee::  CSO: The more... the merrier.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: follows Morgan ::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Computer: Narrow time frame within the time that Lt. JG Gregathan was murdered
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::figures: Heck with it!  And downs the remains before setting the cup aside::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::goes back to his PADD, shutting it down::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CIV: I am worried she is burning herself out we should go check out how she is doing
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::her face turns red and she's sure steam is coming out of her ears but she swallows hard::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer> Telarus: 4 within time frame specified.
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::raises an eyebrow::  CTO:  I'm sure she is alright - we've all be pulling double duties working on this case
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: accesses LCARS terminal in lab, instructing the  main computer to download data from Pangborn's tricorder ::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CSO: So you found.. ::clears her throat and thinks: Well that was damn clever.  Stupid:: ... other samples.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CIV: I guess your right ::hears computer respond:: Did you hear that? ::starts counting his blessings:: That might be what we are looking for
<CO_Capt_Sulek> ACTION: The computer terminal displays to Pangborn the passenger Gaines as having technical background
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CSO: Ideas?  Thoughts?  Conjectures?  ::stops at a consol and slides over, making room for the CSO::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::looks over at the CTO, waiting::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CIV: The computer has narrowed it down to 4 let's try to get it as low as we can go
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> *Sulek*: Captain, the search revealed that passenger Gaines has a technical background, despite his appearance, he seems quite competent
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> CTO:  Who are the culprits?
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Computer: Please reference that list to that list of visitors and are any of them on that list?
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> CMO: Actually, Doctor, Commander Pangborn used an older-model tricorder that had not yet been updated with current computer interlock protocols. It was therefore unaffected by whatever trickery was used to falsify the original scans of the Lieutenant's quarters.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CIV: Let's see now I entered another search parameter.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> *Pangborn* Understood.  Still not enough to arrest anyone, but at least we have a suspect who is not a crew member.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> *CTO*: Pangborn to Telarus. Apprehend and detain for questioning Passenger Gaines. There is new evidence you should be aware of
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> *Sulek*: I'm having Telarus find him now
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> CSO: I have yet to determine just how the internal sensor logs were tampered with.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CSO: Clever, that.  Guess that’s why he gets to be the boss man-in-training and we're not. ::smiles at the CSO::
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> CMO: Indeed.  :: notes an indicator on the panel :: Data download complete.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CSO: Right.  Mac suggested something about a loop?  I dunno.  He's the Cop, not me.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> *XO*: Yes sir
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CSO:... you might want to ask him if he has any theories.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> CSO: That is a possibility. I have asked Ensign Connors of my department to run a full analysis of the sensor log protocols, to see if they have been altered in any way.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::gets up:: CIV: Let's roll Mr. MacTavish
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::stands::  CTO:  Aye
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer> Telarus: Passenger, Gaines and three others including Engineer Lt. John O'Rieley, Special Operations Chief Alan Adale, and Astrometrics Petty Officer Jacob Anderson.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::walks towards turbolift::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::starts analyzing the information on the tricorder provided by the XO and CSO::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::gets into lift:: TL: Guest Quarters
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CMO: Anything yet Doctor?
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::mutters:: Oh bloody hell.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Computer: Erect a force field around guest quarters for Mr. Gaines and seal off that deck
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::pulls out his phaser and checks the charge::
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: raises what passes for a Benzite eyebrow :: CMO: Doctor?
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::sets his phaser to maximum stun::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::shows the results to the CSO before answering the XO::  XO: No.  Not really.  Its showing the DNA of the Victim and the investigators.  Namely?  You two.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CSO/CMO: Damn
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::looks at the CSO's expression and smiles sheepishly.  Apparently living with a Scotsmen meant you picked up his expressions too::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> Computer: Correct data stream and rescan quarters for DNA.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::nods:: XO: Right.  That.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> CSO: Mr. Kraight, get those nanites working
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> XO; Aye, sir.  :: picks up PADD and resumes entering programming parameters ::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::doors open::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::follows the CTO
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> 's lead::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer> Telarus: Deck is sealed. Force field in place around specified location.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> CIV: Let's get this guy
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::grabs a scalpel:: CMO: Hope you don't mind if I borrow this. I'm going to collect Physical samples from her quarters. I have containers. I just wish I hadn't gotten ahead of myself and not collected them
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::dashes off to collect the samples::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::nods and runs a hand through her hair:: XO: No problem, Commander.  Help yourself.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <computer>Sulek: Correction made.  DNA trace found.
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Computer: Open the Guest Quarters door for Mr. Gaines Authorization Telarus 11 Alpha
<CO_Capt_Sulek> computer: analyze.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::enters the quarters and begins scalping around where the body was, collecting samples from everything he can imagine::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> ::doors swoosh open and has phaser drawn:: Mr. Gaines: Mr. Gaines are you here?
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CSO: Let me know if you need anything else.. I'm going to see if there is anything else I can gather from the body.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::heads towards the morgue, old tricorder firmly in hand::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::looks around, hands clasped behind his back::
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: still furiously punching commands into his PADD :: CMO: Doctor, would you please configure your replicator for Type 40 medical nanites? I will be downloading new programming code for them in just a few minutes.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Computer>Sulek: DNA is that of Lt Natasha Gregsthan, Ensign Kraight, Commander Pangborn, Inspector MacTavish, Lt. Commander Morgan, and Lt. JG. Telarus.  No other trace found.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::hears the CSO and changes directions to the replicator::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CSO: No problem.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::grabs the specimen containers and heads back to sickbay::
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: glances up :: CMO: Thank you.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Gaines> ::comes out of the bathroom:: Telarus:  What the frigity crap is goin' on.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::pretty sure she should know why but can't quite remember::
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::configures the replicator for type 40 medical nanites:: CSO: Anything else?
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Mr. Gaines: You are to come with me sir I am sorry about the phaser but this is precautionary.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Gaines> Telarus: An 'xactly why should I want to come with you.
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> CMO: Not at this time, Doctor. I need a few more minutes to finish the collection and retrieval program...
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> CSO: Fine.  Whatever.  Knock yourself out. ::heads to the morgue::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> Gaines:  We just need to ask you a few questions, Mr. Gaines, nothing more.
<XO_Cmdr_Pangborn> ::Arrives in sickbay, looks to the morgue and finds the doctor:: CMO: Doctor, I've collected all sorts of samples, fibers and the like. I'd like it analyzed, not only for DNA but for any trace of the poison used to murder her ::Grins:: Or would I not be standing here if I was holding a trace of the poison, even in a specimen jar
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Mr. Gaines: Please do not resist or we are authorized to use force
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::remains impassive, but raises an eyebrow internally::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Gaines> MacTavish: Then ye can ask 'em here.  I gots no place I need be goin'.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::wonders when the XO became this super detective guy but just goes with it:: XO: er... right.  Okay.  Lets take a look then.
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> Gaines:  It would be better for everyone involved if we did so in the Chief Tactical Officer's office.
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Gaines> ::digging one finger into an ear:: Telarus: An put that thing down.  Unless you gots a warrant or somethin' I don' have to do nothin'
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: taps last few commands into PADD, begins reviewing code for errors ::
<CIV_Lt_MacTavish> ::thinks a second, his mind flipping through its mental rolodex of Starfleet law::  Gaines:  Alright.....well, in that case, we'll have to put you under arrest.
<CMO_LtCmd_Morgan> ::starts going through the new samples, nodding at Xara to come help::
<CTO_LtJG_Telarus> Mr. Gaines: I am sorry I can't do that under the circumstances please put some clothes on and please come with us
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> Self: That should do it. :: transmits new code to ship's computer ::
<CO_Capt_Sulek> <Gaines> MacTavish: That would require a arrest warrant.  I don' suppose ye gots one?
<CSO_Ens_Kraight> :: taps the panel of the replicator :: Replicator:  Twenty thousand Type 40A medical nanites, in standby mode, in appropriate container.
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